I do a lot. I maintain the house, takes sole care of the kids while my husband works insane hours, prepare 98% of the food we eat, work a full-time job, and everything else in between. I belong to a couple of committees at church. In other words, just like all of you, I am overscheduled and there never enough hours in the day.
Most of the time, I have a fairly decent balance. I try to make sure I get enough sleep, get exercise at least four times a week, and try to eat well – that's not to say that I cannot be found face first in a treat more often then is probably recommended or a good idea. Being organized is my biggest key to trying to get as many things done as I do.
I try to live by that motto, "Everything has a place, and everything in its place."
My family thinks that this motto is garbage. Their motto is, "See it, drop it, leave it."
Every so often, I feel extremely stressed about my daily life. Maybe it's because I can't find things – right now, I am missing six items – or maybe it's because my house, car, and in general, everything around me – seems very, very cluttered. This feeling tends to spiral, and become more and more prevalent in my day, until I feel that I view much of it from inside the middle of a tornado. I have no concept of how to gain more control over my life – until I look around, and realize that the clutter is probably what is setting me off.
And I TOTALLY realize that clutter is a privilege - it's great to be able to afford to have too much stuff, being that there are so many in the world who have too little.
So every so often, I go on the cleaning/decluttering binge. I think that today I need to start this again. My kids absolutely cannot stand when I do this. Mostly because it involves me making massive piles of junk for them to sort through, with firm announcements that none of it will be going back into the rooms. And of course, at this point, we see all of the treasured, beloved items – those they cannot bear to part with – the ones that they haven't played with, touched or even remembered for six months.
There's so much paper. So many books, all over the floor. Towels and washcloths strewn with abandon. Forms to fill out, bills to pay, extra lamps and bags of clothes to sort through, clean wash and dirty are probably mixed. Even the fridge is cluttered - full of random bits of food, half finished smoothies, half an onion, the end of the grapes, a single serving of soup.
Wish me luck. Today, I'm going in.